A move to France helped us discover not just where we felt at home, but how we wanted to live

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There are a few of these mystery switches on baseboards in the house. I have no clue what they do. For an immigrant from Canada, English power is baffling. Here are the plugs to the left of the kitchen stove - sorry, the hob. The two UK plugs on the
First off, let's be honest. This by any measure a beautiful country. The fields and streams and skies look just like they do in the paintings and movies. And, for reasons I haven't quite figured out, there are fruit, berry, and nut trees everywhere we walk.
I have driven a car in England. I have shifted with my left hand, and learned how to align myself in the middle of the lane while sitting on the right-hand side of the car. I did though scrape the passenger side wheel-rims against the curb multiple times. Ultimately though,
And why I'm now reading the Iliad. We're in a small town outside of Cambridge, cat-sitting for a week or so. What has struck me most is that we're in a house with absolutely no books of any size, shape, or description. To me,